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Christ my refuge
O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind
There sweeps a strain,
Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind
The power of pain,
And wake a white-winged angel throng
Of thoughts, illumed
By faith, and breathed in raptured song,
With love perfumed.
Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show
Life's burdens light.
I kiss the cross, and wake to know
A world more bright.
And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea
I see Christ walk,
And come to me, and tenderly,
Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,
Upon Life's shore,
'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
From tired joy and grief afar,
And nearer Thee, —
Father, where Thine own children are,
I love to be.
My prayer, some daily good to do
To Thine, for Thee;
An offering pure of Love, whereto
God leadeth me.
— Mary Baker Eddy, Poems, p. 12
with contributions from LOREN MEISSNER, NELLIE GITAU, SHIRLEY JONES, FREDERICK R. ANDRESEN
UNITED THROUGH THE BIBLE
STEVE GRAHAM, MANAGING EDITOR, SENTINEL, JOURNAL, AND HERALD
ITEMS OF INTEREST
with contributions from Jimmy Sanchez, Steven Prothero
YOUTH UNEMPLOYMENT: NOT A FIXED FACT
READY FOR A JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE?
YOU ARE NOT A FAKE
BERYL O. NATHANS
Prayer that covers the bases
BY CURTIS J. WAHLBERG
Finding my freedom from sensuality
I choose Love
BY STEVE HENN
A HOLY MESSAGE FOR ALL
BY COLLEEN DOUGLASS
Christ my refuge
Mary Baker Eddy
Biblical community—lessons for today
BY MADELON MAUPIN
Bible-based community in church
BY BLAKE SCHMIDT
BY CLARA LOWENBERG
FORGIVENESS: THE KEY TO PEACE
ROSALIE E. DUNBAR, NEWS EDITOR
Mustard seed/Your neighbor
FREEDOM FROM MENSTRUAL PAIN
JEREMY RUTH REVILOCK-FROST
LEG PAIN HEALED
KATIE SUE BROWN
WART ON SON'S FINGER HEALED